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[amigone2515]

Oh yeah. Something's wrong my my car's transmission. whatever that is. My dad called me at work, and the conversation went something like this.

"Good morning, pocket dawg"
"Chandra? that you?"
"yeah" *oh great, what's wrong now*
"I know what's wrong with your car"
"Mmm?"
"Well, the spedometer is fixed, it was just a loose wire"
"That's good" *Maybe this isn't so bad*
"But I have bad news. What we thought was the fuel injector was actually the transmssion disconnecting...." blah blah. Dad talks about things like oil and tranny fluid and a cracked something leaking.
"Oh. That sucks."
"Yeah. But it could be worse"
"I guess"
"So, what I think you should do it fill her up with tranny fluid each time you drive, until monday, when we'll take her to a mechanic" I have dad calling my car "her" and "Gabby" too.
"I guess. How will I get to work monday?"
"I'll taxi you. It should be done monday or tuesday."
"I need it for wednesday, I have a shift in emerg"
"oh, that's right."
"Ok. well, thanks."
"I'llsee you at home"

So yeah. Car not working too good. It also needs a winshild fluid pump thing to be put in/fixed. whee fun!!